Chapter 248: Success

Chapter 248 Success

Watching Gouwa, who was clutching his own neck and turning crimson with strain, Scholar Lu beside him was utterly baffled. Didn't this kid say he was going to display divine powers?

Why did he look like such a ghoul? Could this really be the divine power he intended to show? Anyone could do that.

"Kah~ Ugh~!!" As Gouwa hunched his back and retched violently, a short needle wrapped in white silk was finally spat out, dropping to the ground.

"Oh my god, I almost died right here." Gouwa looked at the white-silk-wrapped needle on the ground with eyes full of lingering fear.

He realized his brain had just short-circuited; he'd meant to inhale first then blow it out, but instead, he'd sucked the thing straight into his throat.

Suddenly remembering something, Gouwa leaped up from the ground, trembling with fright, and opened his mouth wide toward Scholar Lu. "Quick, quick, quick! Help me look! Is there anything wrong inside my mouth!"

"What? Nothing's wrong at all. But why is your throat so small? Feels like the edges are stuck together."

Hearing this nearly scared the soul out of Gouwa. He thrust two fingers into his throat and fumbled around frantically. Though he kept gagging, after checking, Gouwa found no other issues besides his throat feeling smaller.

"That's good, that's good. Glad it got stuck in the throat. Fortunately, I didn't swallow it. If I had truly swallowed it, I'd probably end up looking like Senior Brother Li did before."

Gouwa knew he didn't possess Senior Brother Li's abilities to force things back into place; otherwise, he would truly become a monster.

Recovered, Gouwa then heard soft laughter from the riverside. His face flushed with embarrassment immediately, and he hurriedly bent down, using his sleeve to pick the needle up from the grass.

Gouwa felt he had lost face in front of the women; this was far more serious than his earlier mistake.

"This time doesn't count! Let's start over!" Unwilling to give up, Gouwa placed the white-silk-wrapped needle back into the small tube again.

Having tasted bitterness once, Gouwa dared not be careless again. He took a deep breath from afar, put his mouth to one end of the small tube, and blew hard at the grazing sheep.

"Swoosh~!" The long needle inside the small tube flew out instantly, piercing the base of the black sheep's horn.

Immediately, everyone present saw the horns on the sheep's head slide rapidly along the wool, moving directly to the position of the sheep's chin.

Hearing the gasps and screams, Gouwa felt immense satisfaction. He barely held back from laughing out loud.

Yet at this moment, Gouwa forced an expression of utter disdain onto his face. "How about that? I told you I had divine powers, didn't I? Without them, who could achieve this?"

Speaking thus, Gouwa pulled out another needle and blew at the sheep's body again. This time it hit the front hoof; the white sheep stumbled and fell to the ground instantly.

"Hey! This thing works wonders! Next time I meet bandits, I'll use this to deal with them! But remember, must fill lungs with air from afar before blowing."

Just as Gouwa was admiring his masterpiece, among the women washing clothes by the river, a pear-faced woman approached, looking at the small tube in Gouwa's hand with seven parts curiosity. "What is this? Great Master."

"Hehehe~" Hearing others call him a Great Master, Gouwa smiled so broadly his mouth nearly reached his ears.

"This is the artifact I use to perform divine powers! If you want to see, I'll let you see, but you cannot touch it. Ordinary people cannot touch it!"

Seizing this topic, the two actually struck up a conversation, a sight that made Scholar Lu beside them envious beyond measure.

But he could only watch, after all, he didn't possess such things either.

Time passed quickly, and soon the women's clothes were washed.

At this moment, Gouwa looked at a white stone in his hand and chuckled happily. The woman had left it for him, saying she picked it up by the roadside.

The stone was ordinary, perhaps just rounder and whiter, but the object wasn't important; what mattered was the sentiment the stone represented.

Now, the flower on Gouwa's ear was gone too; he had given it to that woman.

"Hehe~! Scholar, I'm going to get married!" Gouwa brought the stone to his nose to sniff it, then carefully tucked it into his bosom with a springtime smile.

Beside him, Scholar Lu hung his head with a sour face, unwilling to accept it. How could this Gouwa, looking like this, with yellow and white patches on his face, deserve it?

"No, the flower was too light. I need to give something more expensive. I'm going to find Junior Sister Bai to borrow some silver!" Saying this, Gouwa prepared to leave with high spirits.

"Hey, Gouwa, wait a moment!" Scholar Lu called out to stop him.

"What? Want to borrow? Not a chance! You know I risked my life to get this thing!" Treasuring it greatly, Gouwa walked over to the strange sheep, pulled the needle off its body, and stored it safely.

"Who wants to borrow your broken toy? I wouldn't even want it. Before leaving, my father asked me to inquire about something from you."

Hearing Scholar Lu's words, Gouwa, who was about to lift his leg to walk, turned his head to look at him in surprise. Lu Zhuangyuan never usually asked him about anything.

"Um, how is Little Daoist Master's complexion today?"

"Why don't you go see Senior Brother Li's complexion yourself? He's not far away." Just as Gouwa was about to leave, Scholar Lu blocked him.

"Hey, hey, hey, for the sake of no woman paying attention to me, Gouwa, just help me this once. I really dare not go."

"What? What did you call me?" Gouwa glared at him fiercely.

"Cao Cao, Big Brother Cao! I beg you, you're about to marry a wife, so please have the heart of a great man."

Seeing Scholar Lu's aggrieved expression, a hint of pride appeared on Gouwa's face. "What are you afraid of? Can Senior Brother Li eat you? Come on, I'll accompany you to take a look."

The riverside wasn't far from the tents. Soon, they leaned against a tent and spotted Li Huowang in the distance.

"Is Little Daoist Master sharpening a knife?" Scholar Lu, crouching on the tent, asked cautiously.

"No, that's his tool specifically for torturing people. He probably thinks it's gotten dull from use and is sharpening it further."

"But I can't tell his complexion either, Brother Cao. Can you help me get closer to look?"

"Hey! Why should I go look? It's your business, why don't you go yourself?"

"But why does your father ask about Senior Brother Li's complexion? Does he want to discuss something with him?"

"I don't know either. Anyway, my father has been very worried lately."

Just then, the two suddenly saw Li Huowang in the distance looking straight at them.

Gouwa shoved Scholar Lu hard on the back, pushing him out from behind the tent's cover. Then he stepped out himself, flashing a big smile at Li Huowang.

Immediately, Gouwa saw Senior Brother Li in the distance pack up all those torture instruments, hang them on the leather bag at his hem, turn around, and walk toward two lonely tents in the distance.

"Eh? Senior Brother Li isn't going to Black Tai Sui's tent, he's going to the other one."

"Gouwa, what's inside that tent?" Scholar Lu squinted, gazing from afar.

Gouwa glanced at him disdainfully. "What does that have to do with you? Just go back and tell your father that Senior Brother Li's temper hasn't been good these days. Tell him to discuss whatever matters in a few days."

(End of Chapter)